The Last Furlong

Comments on the race of life.


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Popcorn night!

Today is voting day in the UK.

I have always loved elections. When I was young, I was an election “helper”. For many different elections in Africa, I seeded leaflets, visited houses, drove voters to and from voting, and generally assisted “my” Party.

I was a political animal right from the very first time, I saw a dreadful injustice at the age of about ten.

When I asked the grownups around me, how you could stop such things happening. The reply was that people had to change who was ruling in the Government.

As a teenager, my friend, was very politically involved, and I got drawn in too. And as a young married woman, my father in law was the Mayor of the city we lived in for several terms. There were always elections.

My life has been full of memorable election days.

Tonight, I’m loading up with popcorn and crisps, and I will enjoy watching the results of weeks of bear baiting, slander, fake news, vicious hysterical speaking and bias on the BBC. Tonight is the night we will know if ordinary people can see through all the bullshit, and vote the way I did!

Tonight the BBC cannot fudge facts. The people will present the facts TO them. Your vote is a FACT.

Please vote!

It makes popcorn and crisp eating far more fun!


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No Halloween, but we’ve got Friday the 13th instead…

I believe in the old days, like the Second World War, the leaders consulted weather experts, phases of the moon, astrological predictions and even psychics before large events like invasions. They chose auspicious dates. Even the 11th hour, on the 11th day, of the 11th month seemed thoughtful.

Currently everyone in public is virtue signalling with red poppies significantly displayed, getting ready for Armistice Day.

But phases of the moon affecting thought, or astrological and psychic predictions have been tossed out in the modern culture of scientism. And weather predictions are about as reliable as they were in the War.

Instead, Brexit was planned for Halloween, and the election results will be out on Friday 13th of December….

Without any astrological knowledge, or psychic abilities, I can see there is something weirdly off about choosing those dates.

Furthermore, the Full Moon for December 2019 rises on the 12th!


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Fairy stories for humans

We live in an age of fairy stories. Mostly, they are versions of “Chicken Likken”

with

characters called Chicken Little, Henny Penny, Hen-Len, Cocky Locky, Ducky Lucky, Ducky Daddles, Drakey Lakey, Goosey Loosey, Goosey Poosey, Gander Lander, Turkey Lurkey

who

all run about squawking and spreading fear.

It’s all the same stuff. “The sky will fall after Brexit” “The sky will fall if we don’t get Brexit” “The sky will fall according to Extinction Rebellion” “The sky will fall if you breathe one molecule of second hand smoke” “Trump is making the sky fall” “The sky will fall if you eat bacon or fat or sugar” “Boris Johnson is making the sky fall” “The sky will fall…..” “The sky will fall…..”

Many of the real fairy tales have different endings, so people can choose which one they want. I like the one where the silly hysterical creatures are ALL eaten by the Fox!


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A touch of CBA – couldn’t be arsed

I think my bouts of CBA are stemming from watching the whole embarrassing Brexit palava on the TV. Every six o’clock news is like groundhog day. Same old, same old, same old. The CBA our politicians obviously feel for any kind of Brexit, any kind at all, is spilling down through us ordinary mortals.

I find myself thinking “We’ll go to France again AFTER Brexit. Right now, I couldn’t be arsed”

“We’ll lay more slate chippings on the front parking area AFTER Brexit. Right now, I couldn’t be arsed.”

CBA is a kind of depression. Groundhog day simply repeats and repeats with no hope of change. No hope. No optimism. No small light at the end of the tunnel.

I’ll tell you where I’ve got to saying to myself now – “After Brexit, who is going to be arsed to even vote for any of the political parties who have taken three years to get nowhere because they weren’t ever arsed to deliver the will of the people?”

Well, it wont be me. I couldn’t be arsed now – what is it going to be like AFTER Brexit? If there ever is one!


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Oh yeah? Brexit?

I have come to believe that Brexit will never happen. Not the Brexit that we voted for.

I don’t think the Government meant to take us through Brexit at all. From the beginning, they have squabbled, lied, guessed, sucked problems out of their a thumbs, pretended to be experts, begged, cajoled, squirmed, pleaded, fear mongered, prevaricated, threatened, libelled, name called, and behaved like addlepated idiots.

The Brexit business is a disgrace to the European Union, the UK Politicians and proof to the world that our parliament is made up of quarrelling loonies and pompous weirdos who haven’t the foggiest clue about much.

I’m not holding my breath. Brexit has been made to fail with malice aforethought.


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Young people know ziltch, zero, nothing about life before the EU

I am SO sick of the idea thrown about by the remainers that all the UK people who voted to leave the European Union are old people who are now dead and we should have another referendum so that all the new young voters can vote remain. Continue reading


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Post-Modern Maths

We are being plagued by Post Modernism. New Feminism, Gender Politics, Race Politics and more are a part of this movement. So now our cultural landscape is littered with victims of all kinds. Being a victim of something is the new IN. Its essential, actually. Stoicism, patience, endurance, or real education in the ‘old’ culture is OUT.  That’s considered just studying stuff imposed on humanity by white males. Continue reading


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Celebration

Today we went to town to a little restaurant that sells THE most delicious coffee (in small cups) with iced water on the side. Continue reading


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Do you know the answer? It’s not anywhere I can find…

If you bomb a chemical weapon facility as England France and the USA have just done, what happens to the chemicals in the weapons?

Do they simply evaporate safely, blown to dust, never to be seen again?

Or

Do they rise into the air and settle back down as a toxic compound in a vast radius around the bombing?

What happens to the chemicals in the weapons, once the weapons and chemical producing facility has been blown up? Answers welcomed!

 

 


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Fake news circa 1807

“Nothing can now be believed which is seen in a newspaper. Truth itself becomes suspicious by being put into that polluted vehicle. The real extent of this state of misinformation is known only to those who are in situations to confront facts within their knowledge with the lies of the day. . . . I will add, that the man who never looks into a newspaper is better informed than he who reads them; inasmuch as he who knows nothing is nearer to truth than he whose mind is filled with falsehoods & errors.” (Thomas Jefferson, June 11, 1807)